Raising the Elf’s Genius Slayer

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Chapter

Enok was able to regain his senses after a long bout of groaning. Then, he was greeted by a shocking realization.

“At least the dungeon doesn’t fully recreate reality. If it did, this wouldn’t have ended so easily.”

Rionne remarked that if he had seen the true sword of Kyle Estor with his Ki Eye, it wouldn’t have been surprising if his mind had shattered.

The information that exceeded the limits of what Enok could accept must have been presented to him without any processing.

Still, the fact that the dungeon couldn’t keep up with the original was good news in a different sense.

“Once we erase the dungeon’s influence, that’s it. Hah… thank goodness. I was really shocked.”

As Rionne swung her sword, the background in front of them was slashed away. She had essentially cut through the dungeon itself.

While it was beyond Enok’s capabilities, with Rionne being able to do such a thing, it meant that even if they faced a demigod, just slashing through the dungeon would suffice.

[What kind of dungeon is this, anyway?]

Undine flitted around in the air, observing their surroundings.

[Are they just saying we should have a historical experience? But that’s too dangerous.]

If Enok had entered this dungeon alone, without Rionne, it would have been quite a predicament. In this era, one could easily run into not just a Grandmaster but also a demigod.

It seemed to be a closed dungeon, where sometimes the exit would not even be visible, and typically one had to meet certain conditions to leave.

Sure, if Rionne sliced through the dungeon at will, they might be able to escape, but that was something only to be used as a last resort.

“Well, dungeons aren’t created with intent anyway.”

[That’s true, but still.]

Rionne, adept at ignoring Undine’s grumbling, squinted her eyes and gazed into the distance. The victorious elven legion was passing through the great city’s gate.

“Wait? Is this…?”

Realizing something, Rionne’s eyes sparkled. With an expression brimming with interest, Enok asked her.

“What’s wrong?”

“No, I think I heard it from Mom, right?”

“Yeah?”

Enok tilted his head at her sudden statement.

“The day Mom and Dad met. Seems like that’s today or something?”

“Oh.”

The scene of Mom and Dad meeting? Enok couldn’t quite grasp what feeling that might evoke, but judging by Rionne’s expression alone, she seemed far more excited than one would expect from a regular performance.

“Let’s go, everyone!”

An excited Rionne led her companions toward the city.

*

The elven legion marched amidst the cheers of countless people. The city’s inhabitants were quite eclectic, a mix of humans, elves, beastmen, and dwarves.

In awe of the astonishing sight, Rionne gasped.

“Wow, I can’t believe such a time really existed. I’ve heard it was like this before the Emperor’s reign.”

[That damn Emperor is the problem, anyway.]

“Well… it wasn’t entirely the Emperor’s fault.”

It felt like the humans gained power thanks to the Emperor, gradually ostracizing other races. So nowadays, it was rare to see other races in human territories.

“Honestly, it looks pretty good like this.”

Enok gazed curiously at the man leading the legion. A high elf with stunning beauty, the demigod Kyle Estor. It seemed he had let his guard down, as Enok could see him clearly.

After all, when Rionne pushed herself to her limits, she gave off a similar vibe. It wouldn’t make sense for a demigod to be incapable of controlling his strength.

“Enok, shouldn’t you let your Ki Eye activate?”

“Yeah, I’m trying to do just that.”

He had no intention of peeking into the demigod with his Ki Eye. No matter how you looked at it, Enok wasn’t interested in self-destruction.

And then, Rionne gasped excitedly.

“Oh…! It must be happening now!”

Kyle’s steps, previously moving forward, came to a halt. Along with him, the procession stopped, and whispers arose amid the sudden change.

Those who knew the source of this change focused their attention on Kyle. What could possibly be there to stop a demigod in his tracks?

“Um…”

Following Kyle’s gaze just like everyone else, Enok rolled his eyes.

“…Rionne?”

“Yeah?”

At the end of Kyle’s gaze stood an elf. An elf with the same radiant blonde hair and forest-green eyes as Rionne, looking beautiful.

However, she was quite small in stature. Her white cheeks were still chubby with baby fat, and her round eyes blinked as she met Kyle’s gaze. To put it simply, she was a child.

“…Do elves grow a bit slower or something?”

Ah, Enok’s surprise was understood by Rionne, who snickered. It was no wonder he was confused. He had just been told it was the day Dad met Mom, but the elf over there looked like nothing more than a little girl.

“The growth speed isn’t too different from humans. They just have a longer prime period.”

So why did the elf in front of Kyle look so young? Had her growth stopped for some unforeseen reason? Was there something that made it taboo to ask? Enok pondered this, but it wasn’t like there were any solid reasons.

You see…

“At that time, our mom was six years old.”

“Wow.”

Enok covered his mouth in shock.

*

The Fairy Sword God Kyle Estor met the Fairy Spirit Queen when he was over two thousand years old. At that time, she was six. The pedophilic Sword God Kyle Estor, who fell in love at first sight with a child over two thousand years younger than him, said:

– To one who has reached the realm of the demigod, outward appearance holds no significance. I fell for her inner beauty, not her outer appearance.

Still, it seemed that they only married after the Fairy Spirit Queen, Roxanna, had reached adulthood. Enok nodded seriously while listening to Rionne.

“Rionne, in truth, the age difference between us may not be as large as one might think.”

[That’s not true, you fool.]

Rionne shot a glare at Undine, who responded in his place, but even Rionne couldn’t bring herself to refute that, so she let it drop.

[…Dad, is it alright for someone like that to be called a Sword God?]

“Huh? He said he fell for her inner beauty. I guess when you reach the level of a demigod, age doesn’t matter?”

[Still, six years old is on the wrong side of creepy…]

There was a slight problem mixed with disdain in Eri’s gaze towards her father, but it wasn’t a major issue.

As the shock from the unconventional couple settled down, Rionne grinned and waved her hand.

“Let’s head out. Haha, I never thought I’d actually get to see this scene.”

“Where are we going?”

“Outside the city.”

Rionne grabbed Enok’s hand and gently shook it back and forth.

“I heard there was an attack by the demon race that night. With a demigod involved, it must have been quite a mess, so we should get out of here beforehand.”

*

Not that Enok was suspicious, but Rionne’s words were indeed factual. As evening approached, he could feel an unimaginable force erupting from the distant city.

Having already been caught once, Enok observed the chaos with only his right eye.

“It’s really chaotic.”

Kyle was battling a demigod from the demon side, and then, from afar, a couple of dragons flew in to join the fray, while the retreating demigod from the demon side struck the city, and Kyle desperately tried to block it.

It was a miracle the city hadn’t evaporated.

“At that time, Dad was really pouring out his power. After over two thousand years, finally finding a mate—how desperate must he have been?”

Moreover, it seemed that Dad’s swordsmanship had the quality of gentleness, which was why the city remained largely intact.

Having poured enough power to potentially level a part of the continent to protect the city. While Enok marveled at this,

whoosh—

Something flew towards Enok. Rionne reacted a moment too late. Since it wasn’t aimed at her, her reflexes were a bit delayed.

The result was a slight scratch on Enok’s cheek. The dagger, deflected by Rionne’s sword, had grazed Enok’s face.

“Who the hell is…!”

Furious, Rionne started to gather her power. The opponent was of Grandmaster caliber. However, it didn’t seem like they had been one for long.

No need for even a minute. Just as Rionne was about to kill the scoundrel immediately—

“…Wait.”

Enok stopped her.

“Why, what’s the matter, Enok? Was there poison or something!?”

“No, there’s no wound.”

That couldn’t be. He had definitely seen the scratch appear on his cheek.

Rionne inspected Enok’s cheek. The scratch had indeed disappeared. Not a drop of blood remaining.

“…Huh?”

Rionne was perplexed. What just happened? Even if a wound healed, there shouldn’t have been a complete absence of blood, right?

Meanwhile, the one who had thrown the dagger revealed themselves. Pale skin and horns sprouting from their head. A demon.

“…Damn elven girl.”

A leftover soldier? But they looked far too fine for that. Rionne readied her sword. No matter their identity, it was a critical issue that they dared to injure Enok, even if the wound had vanished.

While it could have been sliced away if they cut through the dungeon itself, this guy had been aiming to kill him directly.

[Ah, that explains it. Logically, it would be impossible for a dungeon like this—beyond a certain level of condensed mana, fully recreating an existing timeline is just impractical.]

“What are you suddenly talking about?”

At Enok’s question, Undine explained.

[It’s like a super elaborate illusion. It does seem to be calling back moments from the past, but it feels like the substance isn’t real? By the way, did it hurt when your cheek got scratched earlier?]

“Yeah, the sensation was exactly the same.”

[But the wound is gone, right?]

“That’s right.”

[That’s your evidence.]

With his brows furrowed in thought for a moment, Enok then asked.

“Does that mean you can’t die here?”

[Not necessarily. With an illusion this intricate, your brain might trick you into dying.]

“Then if my brain doesn’t trick me, I won’t die even if I get my neck sliced off.”

[Err… if you get sliced by an illusion, then yes?]

With Undine’s affirmation, Enok’s eyes lit up. This was an opportunity he could not miss. He urgently shouted.

“Rionne…! Wait a moment…!”